Personal Narrative-I M In The Rat Army

I’m in the Rat Army now. The commander is Rose. Not Bonzo. I’m done with following Bonzo’s stupid directions, and his desperate need for authority that seems to contribute to the making of his stupid actions. He punched me right after he told me that he persuaded the Rat Army to trade me for one of their guys. He was angry; he was furious with every little thing that I did when I was in his army and punching me like that was only part of his payback.

Whenever I saw his face, I couldn’t help but think of Peter’s face at the same time. Both faces have appeared too much in my dreams for it to not be easy to see the way they both narrow their eyes, knit their eyebrows together, and stick their chin up in a superior way whenever they told themselves that they despised me. When I wasn’t in Battle School there was always something Peter did, every
My time wasn’t just made up of practicing and repeatedly defeating other armies to the point where I knew my army was truly unbeatable. My time wasn’t just made up of commanding and teaching people every single strategy and method that would beat anyone based on their limitations and their weaknesses. My time wasn’t just made up of being admired and winning.

My time was made up of all the stress, pressure, and anger that I have built over the past few years, all the self-hatred and loneliness I feel as a result of being isolated; wondering what Valentine could be doing. My time was made up of hurting people, each strike I made creating a scar, the opening of a wound I don’t think a person could heal; it was made up of defeating people past their limitations, not just using methods that would hit their weak spot. My time was made up of all these experiences that not only taught me how to throw a better punch, how to shoot a gun, how to fight in zero gravity, but taught me how to be a better killer. I was taught to understand a person so much, that I knew how to kill